Nobody's Open-Minded

The mind recalls her skinny lovers

and banishes the bastard child.

Behold, she says, I am intact,

a cauldron of seething truths,

all of one fine flavor: Me.

Life enters me

but in the form of lessons I select.

And never shall the legs of mine eyes

be spread wide for foolish views.

So all the thoughts she might have had

are called mistakes, or big ideas,

and driven off,

while the odd new notion, born with pain,

is kept without the house,

no concern of hers.